Oh, no. I'm sure she's much like her trainer in how calculating she might be.
[ Anabel can only imagine how terrible it had to have been. Then again, surely those that learned their lessons (perhaps by way of Black Hole Eclipse) would not make the same mistake again. That's the only thing you can ask of a "lesson" being taught.
Nanu doesn't seem too interested in picking anything else out for now, but she won't push him now. Another time, maybe. She lifts and shows him anything that seems familiar -- like something marked a "peach," which is perhaps too clearly like a Pecha berry. She just wonders if it tastes similar to one? She's not sure what is near to ripe here, not beyond the flesh being a little softer than harder. She'll have to do some more research on this sometime soon. She goes between a few of them, feeling more comfortable with something that seems like it may be familiar, swapping one for another, thumb delicately swirling in a circle to see if it is too soft. They're fragrant, but not cloyingly so. They must be good to go?
Anabel thinks she hears him reply to her and turns toward him with lips parted and a confused look spread across her features. As if his affection being that deep has never occurred to her and wasn't possible. ]
I said that it is the whole point of taste-testing. What... did you say?
[ Her heart feels seized. And she holds a fist over her chest, gently clasping at her blouse. ]
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[ Anabel can only imagine how terrible it had to have been. Then again, surely those that learned their lessons (perhaps by way of Black Hole Eclipse) would not make the same mistake again. That's the only thing you can ask of a "lesson" being taught.
Nanu doesn't seem too interested in picking anything else out for now, but she won't push him now. Another time, maybe. She lifts and shows him anything that seems familiar -- like something marked a "peach," which is perhaps too clearly like a Pecha berry. She just wonders if it tastes similar to one? She's not sure what is near to ripe here, not beyond the flesh being a little softer than harder. She'll have to do some more research on this sometime soon. She goes between a few of them, feeling more comfortable with something that seems like it may be familiar, swapping one for another, thumb delicately swirling in a circle to see if it is too soft. They're fragrant, but not cloyingly so. They must be good to go?
Anabel thinks she hears him reply to her and turns toward him with lips parted and a confused look spread across her features. As if his affection being that deep has never occurred to her and wasn't possible. ]
I said that it is the whole point of taste-testing. What... did you say?
[ Her heart feels seized. And she holds a fist over her chest, gently clasping at her blouse. ]